Age and Angst

I thought long and hard about whether or not I should even write about the fact that today is my birthday. Birthdays have reached that point where they have lost their shine and luster...and I'm not even THAT old. When I was little I used to LOVE planning for my birthday, although it always sucked because my birthday always coincided with the end of school, and thus, the social life of an 11 year old as well.

Now as many years have passed, I think I find birthdays depressing for two reasons or as I like to refer to them, painfully wrong assumptions.
A. That by the time I reached a certain age everything (career, relationship, home etc) would just fall into place.
B. That I would clearly know where my life was going and be ok with that.
C. All of the above.
D. None of the above.

I'll take D.